I stayed in Andalusia with a friend from Couchsurfing for a few days. She was an American who had retired to Spain. She also had a house in Italy where she would go for part of the year. Staying with her was like being in a little period of heaven for a while. Her house was lovely. The views in the morning were spectacular. There were large hills behind her house that had some spectacular sunrises with the morning fog rising from the hills as the sun came up. It was like something out of a painting you might find in the Louvre. If you looked at the village she lived in from the highway, it looked like the classic white village on a large hill that had a castle at the top. She kept plenty to eat around the house in the form of snacks. There was cold beer and wine. I did not not have to worry about anyone in the dormitory of the hostel waking me up during the night. I could sleep in as late as I wanted and I did not have to worry about competing for a shower or a toilet. I had one all to myself. I could make coffee, tea, or fresh squeezed orange juice whenever I wanted. There was lots of food in the refrigerator. The village where she lived had a few stores if I needed anything. In the evenings we would go out visiting friends of hers or going out for a bite to eat. Life was pretty spiffy for a few days. I did some serious relaxing.